AN- My one shots Faberry Week, none of the stories are linked, and none of the characters are mine.

Day 1 – Scars. TRIGGER WARNING. This is a very heavy prompt,with inspiration taken from a storyline from OTH.

"Today was hard..." She trailed off playing with her long sleeves, the cream jumper swamping her figure, it was clear that she was petite in stature, but also very obviously that she was currently worse for wear. Dark hair framing her slim face, and her eyes full of pain and darkness.
"It was quiet." She whispered "And I hate myself when it's quiet"
The red head nodded as she jotted down a few notes, doe eyes observing her client. "And, can you tell me what happened? The other night?" She asked the same question she'd been asking the past few sessions, usually the girl would shake her head, and look down, remaining silent for the rest of the session, but she continued to ask, in hope that one day she would finally talk about it. The brunette looked up at her psychiatrist, biting her lip, she'd been experiencing major downs, and depressing thoughts, so she began sessions with Emma, hoping to feel better, but it wasn't working; and then a few nights before her previous session, she found out that the love of her life, was engaged to someone else.
"I…" She croaked before her eyes glazed over and a long paused, finally recounting the story.

"What the hell was that?! I asked you not to say anything, and you go and tell the one person who would tell the whole world?" The blonde burst through the girls' bedroom door.
"I…" Was the only thing the smaller girl could manage before she was interrupted again
"I never should have trusted you."
"I was just trying to help!" The brunette clearly in shock tried to argue back feebly.
"What? You call that help?"
The brunettes' mouth bobbed open and close in an attempt to reply but she knew that she was wrong.
"Because of you Puck isn't even talking to me now!"
"Maybe that's not such a bad thing!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean that I can give you everything you want and he can't!" Rachel stood up finally vocalizing her thoughts.
"Oh" Quinn mumbled before she massaged her temple "I thought I covered this after your last text message Rachel; which by the way, you said was a mistake…" She shook her head "We... us… I was confused, but I'm not anymore. I'm straight. And I love Puck." She didn't know who she was lying to at this point, but she just couldn't be gay. She didn't want to be gay.
"Maybe I lied..." Rachel replied, trailing off in silence before finally breaking it again "Because I love you… and deep down inside I know you love me too" She stressed, clutching her heart.

The blonde looked down at the smaller girl, the eyes that usually sparkled for her full of uncried tears.
"Rachel" She sighed "Let me be perfectly clear. I. Do. Not. Love. You" The confession, or the lie, breaking both of their hearts and finally the tears began spilling freely from the chocolate orbs as Quinn continued

"I don't even like you".
Turning to leave Rachel reached out to grab Quinn's hand but it was pulled away just in time
"Quinn. No!"
"This is goodbye"
"But you liked me! You said I was talented!"
"Well maybe I lied"
"Puck… He told me about the proposal… and he said he didn't know… why you said no at first, but… I know the real reason you said no, the real reason why you're so angry. You're angry because you're repressed, because of me. Right? And then. He told me that you said yes… You said yes. Didn't you?" She waited for a response. "So it's true then? It's true that you said yes. And it's true that nobody wants me."
"Yes." Echoed in the empty room, as the door slammed, causing Rachel to break down again.

"That's all we have time for today Rachel; but I really feel like we're making progress" Emma smiled handing the teary eyed girl a tissue, but she declined politely, getting up and leaving the office.

When she got home, Rachel instantly went to the bathroom, she liked the bathroom, and she loved the water. Baths, showers, being clean, it was her safe haven, and right now she just wanted to feel safe.
Picking up her phone she dialled Quinn's number, the phone ringing twice before going to voicemail, so she hung up.
"Rachel" She sighed "Let me be perfectly clear. I. Do. Not. Love. You" The confession, or the lie, breaking both of their hearts and finally the tears began spilling freely from the chocolate orbs as Quinn continued
The words rung out through her head as she looked at the phone, then back at the water, she wanted to feel safe.
"I don't even like you".
She just wanted Quinn to love her; she just wanted to be with Quinn again, because she was happy when she was with Quinn.
"I don't even like you".
The words swarmed through her brain, continuously, getting louder, the voice she once loved to hear, venomous.
"I don't even like you".
Turning the tap, Rachel stripped climbing into the warm water and sinking reaching for her phone again, before looking across the tub, her razor sitting there, shining in the light.
"I don't even like you".
It was simple. Nobody wanted her. Quinn had told her. Nobody wanted her.
Picking up her phone again she dialed Quinn's number once more, another two rings, before voicemail.

"I'm just calling to tell you how sorry I am. For everything. For all the trouble that I caused you, but you don't have to worry; 'cause from now on I won't be around to cause you anymore pain." Tears spilled down her years as she spoke "And in spite of everything that you said to me, I will always love you. Goodbye Quinn." The phone slipped from her fingers, hitting the water with a splash as Rachel sat back, blood pouring from her forearm, painting the water crimson as she let the pain bleed away.

She stirred, her chest feeling tight, and she could hear beeping, opening her eyes softly, she caught a flash of blonde.
"Hi" she croaked
Quinn looked up from her hands, in shock "Hey…" She trailed off and stood up to get some water, but the sound of Rachel's voice causing her to sit back down almost instantly.
"I can't believe… I made it to heaven."
Quinn scoffed "I can't believe you put me through hell."
"You came"
"Of course I came… You called me, and I found you…" Quinn she breathed, pausing "You're lucky you know that, you could have died, and there's nothing special or romantic about that. You would have just been gone." She tried to sound angry, but her voice cracked as she tried to hide tears, at the thought of Rachel being gone.
"You said… that nobody wanted me…"
"Well… I was wrong, that's what I was going to tell you… Because… I broke up with Puck and you need to get better, cause I don't want to be with anyone else…" She took the girls hand, playing with her fingers delicately, Rachel's eyes were closed but a soft smile plastered across her face as Quinn spoke, her lips parted to speak but Quinn interrupted her. "It's okay Rae, rest; I'll be here when you wake up…"
Fingers trailed up the brunette's arm, over one of the scars imbedded on her tanned skin.
"I'm sorry Rae…"